The Ballad Of Ho Chi Minh – Bài ca Hồ Chí Minh – Ewan MacColl
Nghệ sĩ: Ewan MacColl
Hợp Âm Chuẩn
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Every soldier is a farmer
Comes the eve ning and he grabs his hoe
Comes the morning he swings
his rifle on his shoulder
This the army of Uncle Ho.
Ho, Ho, Ho Chi Minh.
Ho, Ho, Ho Chi Minh.
From the mountains and the jungles
From the ricelands and the Plain of Reeds
March the men and the women of the Indo-Chinese Army
Planting free dom with victory seeds.
Ho, Ho, Ho Chi Minh.
Ho, Ho, Ho Chi Minh.18:T77a,Far a way across the ocean,
Far beyond the seas eastern rim,
Lives a man who is
father of the Indo-Chinese people,
And his name it is Ho Chi Minh.
Ho, Ho, Ho Chi Minh.
Ho, Ho, Ho Chi Minh.
From Viet Bac to the SaiGon Delta
From the moun tains and plains be low
Young and old workers, peasants
and the toiling tenant farmers
Fight for freedom with Uncle Ho.
Ho, Ho, Ho Chi Minh.
Ho, Ho, Ho Chi Minh.
Ho Chi Minh was a deep sea sailor
He served his time out on the seven seas
Work and hardship were part of his early education
Exploitation his AB C.
Ho, Ho, Ho Chi Minh.
Ho, Ho, Ho Chi Minh.
Ho Chi Minh came home from sailing
And he looked out on his native land
Saw the want and the hunger
of the Indo-Chinese people
Foreign soldiers on every hand.
Ho, Ho, Ho Chi Minh.
Ho, Ho, Ho Chi Minh.
Ho Chi Minh went to the mountains
And he trained a determined band
Heroes all, sworn to
liberate the Indo-Chinese people
Drive invaders from the land.
Ho, Ho, Ho Chi Minh.
Ho, Ho, Ho Chi Minh.
Fourteen men became a hundred
A hundred thousand and Ho Chi Minh
Forged and tempered the army
of the Indo-Chinese people
Freedoms Ar my of Viet Minh.
Ho, Ho, Ho Chi Minh.
Ho, Ho, Ho Chi Minh.
Every soldier is a farmer
Comes the eve ning and he grabs his hoe
Comes the morning he swings
his